What would the combination of heart, mind, and spirit look like?
It proved true that no matter how strong one's swordsmanship, nor how fast one's speed, it was indeed impossible to directly slay Daoist Mingxin.
The sword light drew out a bolt of white light, carving the void ruins before him into sheets of web-like silks, no knowing how many transparent wounds were made on Daoist Mingxin's body.
However, in an instant, as the sinister aura surged, the wounds on the opponent's body vanished in the blink of an eye.
Instead, surrounded by the boundless black tide, Daoist Mingxin's body grew larger and more robust, strength increasing crazily without end.
At the same time, the remaining rationality of Daoist Mingxin grew scarce, and as he bellowed his attack, his lips cracked open to reveal fangs, saliva dripping to the ground, even the soil and stones were all corroded.
"Meet your end."
